When the call ended, I remained at the desk, pen still in hand, staring at the case number written across the back of an old grocery receipt.
That was when Lucas texted.
“Boarding went smoothly. I miss you already. Don’t forget to eat something, okay? Love you.”
For a moment, I simply looked at the message.
There were so many things I could have written.
Where are you really?
Who is Melanie?
Why did you take my father’s papers?
Instead, I typed, “I miss you too. Safe flight.”
Then I set the phone face down.
It felt less like deception than self-defense.
Grace’s email arrived twenty minutes later.
The subject line read: Documents.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Just attachments.
I opened them one by one.
Screenshots of messages between Lucas and Melanie.
“My marriage has been over for years.”
“Anne understands but can’t let go.”
“Once Zurich is settled, everything will be easier.”
